Thursday, November 25, 2010

a brave new world, one that lacks any sense of validation or street cred.. Like a baboon complaining amongst the heard of selfless abusers of the king's engrish. Keep your weapons clean and tongues sharp for one will never know when they'll be called upon to fight their founders wars.. Wars over the best seat in the lunch room. The coward drinks his milk under the careful watch of a rivals jealous fits of rage, rich mans problems in a poor world. Painting pictures is a petty fools game trying to escape a literal publishing of random thoughts stitched together in attempt to poke the bear.


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Let the slumber sleep until..

Sitting in front of another zombie, Frank wondered helpless and afraid of the days ahead what lame uneventful task has he became involved with. The stench of lazy flesh pealing from the dead leather object of comfort which in time has became a replacement for the womb we so once cherished over all. Simple liberties are given up with each passing moment, while Jane and her sleepy complacent lover let it all transpire for the whiff and idea of cheese burger which's hormone and mind controlled tainted meat sits on the counter blossoming into a theory of freedom from it's rancid grip over their worker bee slash free radical progressive Ikea furnished lives.


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